Do Or Die Lyrics

Do Or Die Lyrics

"Keep It Real Lyrics"

Rapture (K-klassic Mix) Lyrics
Toe to toe, dancing very close. Body breathing almost comatose. Wall to wall, people hypnotized. And they're stepping lightly. Hang each night, in rapture. In rapture. Back to back, sacroiliac. Spineless movement and a wild attack. Face to face, sightless solitude. And it's finger popping. Twenty four hour shopping in rapture. Fab Five Freddy told me everybody's fly. D.J. spinn

{*car starts*}
Uhh, for the two G's, for the millenium
Do or Die

[Johnny P]
Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain't gon' pay no bills

Chorus: Johnny P + Do or Die

Police - can't see me ballin
sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey
And I - can never pay your bills
cause I gotta keep it real, real, real
I got my key on the passenger side
so ain't no scrub in me, me, me
Police - can't see me ballin
sippin on Hennesey-sey-sey

[Verse One]
First of all, you can shut it down baby
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Get down for wars an' I'm, livin my life under the gun
and umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarmin 'em
And that's the victom of the shorties in my grill
Askin me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills
Do I gots the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold p
Runaway Horses Lyrics
Can't sleep tonite I feel so shaken Baby the wind has changed again You came to me Straight out of nowhere Taking me where I've never been Suddenly all of my fences have broken I'm cutting the reins of my life Wo Runaway horses Take us thru the night You and I on Runaway horses ooo baby hold on tight ooo baby hold on tight Out on this road Everything ch
icture
See - y'all the ones got me slappin out
And all my homeboys jappin out
Crappin out, love that, where my Crips and my Bloods at?
Lords at, G's at, feedback, need that
Niggaz blaze that weed sack
I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat
Y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that

Chorus

[Verse Two]
This shit hit the back door, by the way
why you tryin' to play that mack fo'?
If a nigga gotta pay a triple X hoe,
Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
Open up let some air through the window
I could never give my money to a bimbo
Real players get high off endo
Make cash like the owners of the Timbo
Chi-Town, real player, real true love
20 inch on the rims, fucker says what?
Bet the po' to the next thug
Recognize the queen, you come to me
but you gotta see, you're a
So Happy Lyrics
Did you ever wonder what happened to all the money that you went through? Have you ever wondered what happened when she left you all alone on the phone in your bedroom crying? Ever written cheesy poetry, bought teddy bears or jewelry, said things you saw on Days Of Our Lives, knowin' full and well that they were just lies... (But now I realize) I'm so happy without you, I'm so happy withou
what-what?
Gotta sign the puh-puh; flip bitch
hit the block, I'ma rhyme in the Hummer
Better be on some platnium shit
Roley bling bling, keep a gat wanna snap it
Been well known to react quick
When they see I got a star, they pause and they react quick
I'm immune to the hot shit, nevertheless
Shitty-sha(??) just beware of where the hat fit
Yo pimp where the plastic?
This pimp, real pimp, it's the pimp like a maverick
Playerism is a habit
I'm at the club wit 'um wit Crystal, what what

Chorus

[Verse Three]
Lil' baller be me, can't see me
Never get her with a TV, cause we be
in the five-double-oh, posed with the clothes
(??) dyslexic on the passenger side
Don't mean that I ain't got the keys to ride
She's the pie, my, my, my
We done came to fuck and get gone, pay n
Lazy Sod Lyrics
YOU'RE ONLY TWENTY-NINE GOTTA LOT TO LEARN BUT WHEN YOUR MUMMY DIES SHE WILL NOT RETURN WE LIKE NOISE IT'S OUR CHOISE IT'S WHAT WANNA DO WE DON'T CARE ABOUT LONG HAIR I DON'T WEAR FLARES SEE MY FACE NOT A TRACE NO REALITY I DON'T WORK I JUST SPEED THAT'S ALL I NEED I'M A LAZY SOD I'M A LAZY SOD I'M A LAZY SOD I'M SO LAZY I'M A LAZY SOD I'M A LAZY SID
o bills
Flex the mind to make the bank to bounce
Nigga bounce shit like the Dirty South
Watch that shit with a dirty mouth
Know you ain't mad, ain't splurgin out
but if ya heard me out, on the passenger side
Care to bore me with the rest of the guys?
Spittin blunts, droppin jewels
Spittin at hoes, that'll be cool

[Johnny P]
Pay no bills, pay no bills
Pay no bills, pay no..
I gotta keep it real, so I can't pay this here
Why you all up in my grill?
You can tell me about it, to pay the bill, pay the bill

Chorus

[Johnny P]
I got to keep...

[Outro]
One time, uhh... from the real, Do or Die c'mon
A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love
Uhh uhh, Johnny P
Uh.. down - like - that - what?
Keep it real baby, 2000, millenium, we gone